It is ridiculous how distracted I am, and completely unacceptable.

It's not the bass of the blaring music beneath my feet coming from the first floor of Sin, nor is it the shit ton of documents I need to get in order by tonight. Documents I can't stomach for the life of me.

It's my wife. I can't go two fucking seconds without remembering what it was like to have my dick in her cunt and how it was the best sex of my life. Fucking figures that it's her of all people I can't resist for shit. As if my life isn't fucked up enough, right?

I rearrange the files in front of me by chronological order, marking what stands out and adding notes of the pieces I'm able to fit together.

I manage to anecdote all of one page before unwanted images of Mariana, her pussy stretched out by my cock, her relentless moans as I moved in and out of her, how she soaked my dick each time I said something degrading or filthy, enters the forefront of my mind and causes my slacks to tighten considerably. I shut my eyes and expel a breath of deep frustration because I recognize my entire day has gone to shit. I haven't gotten anything done and I know the same can be said for the rest of my schedule. I won't be able to do or think about anything until I get inside my wife again.

The knock on my door is like a hammer to my skull and I grit my teeth, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"What?" I snap.

I hear the door open and close and open my eyes to Axel approaching my desk, a stoic expression on his face as per usual. He watches me with blank eyes.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He asks bluntly.

My wife's pussy is poison and I apparently have a death wish.

I don't bother tossing out that particular remark that sits at the tip of my tongue. No one is to know about this, especially Felix. He'll lose his goddamn mind in ways we cannot afford. Besides, I might trust Axel with my life but we certainly don't discuss what we do with our dicks and who we do it to. You reach a certain point in life where locker talk becomes tasteless and such has always been the case for me, personally. I trusted little to none growing up and have never considered anyone my "friends."

"Nothing," I say by way of answer then gesture to the sofa on the side of my office. "Sit."

He complies immediately and waits for further instructions. I respect his focus which is why I'm going to assign him this new task.

"Ferrera is getting too comfortable," I remind him. The near-hit by the Romano brothers was a week ago and Axel nods, eyes darkening and going to the spot where he killed the younger brother before looking at me again. "Apparently having Mariana in my possession is not enough to scare him. I know you've been keeping an eye on both Ferrera's but I'm reassigning you to just the younger one."

I don't miss the way his shoulders tense for a brief moment. "Why me?"

"Who else?" I counter. "Felix? I have no idea what the hell he's doing these days. He'd either lose sight of her or manage to get her killed somehow."

"You don't want her dead."

"No. That wouldn't do us any good. But you will keep an eye on her as leverage. Tackle down her day-to-day schedule so you know where she is at all times at any point of the week. Once we have that information we will confront Ferrera with it and then he'll realize both his daughters are at stake here. Maybe then the bastard will take this seriously."

Axel raises a brow. "One daughter should be enough considering how much he loves them."

"That's not the problem." I look down at the files in front of me with narrowed eyes. "He is an arrogant man that thinks he can get away with anything. He believes it too. It's his ego we have to tackle now."

"Fair enough," Axel agrees. "I'll start tomorrow."

I eye him for a moment, remembering the interest the younger Ferrera has taken in him, an interest he's aware of.

"This is strictly business, soldier. Don't get any fucking ideas with her."

His normally cool expression slips for a moment, showing a hint of impatience which is severely unlike him. "She's a fucking kid."

"She just turned eighteen. To some, that's enough."

"Not to me. You should know that." He gets to his feet and pushes his shoulder back. "Is that all?"

I nod, holding his gaze. He tips his chin back and leaves my office without another word. He couldn't get out of here fast enough. I briefly consider if this is the right call but I know I can trust him. He's too disciplined a man to fuck this up or disobey my orders. He might be the only man I know more uptight than I am.

Sensing I'm done for the day, I grab the files and set them in my briefcase before locking it. Sin is roaring when I get downstairs and I ignore the few individuals with enough alcohol and drugs in their system brave enough to try and stop me on my way out. It's no secret I'm the owner but my appearance at the club is rare. Those who wait to see me are either interested in business or fucking and I'm not looking for either.

I can't get home fast enough, my cock hard with anticipation. Either I get home and Mariana is willing to get fucked again or she isn't and I can at least jack-off to the very real image of being inside of her. Either way I'm wound too tight today and a decent orgasm might do wonders.

It's quiet when I step inside my house, as expected. I gave Teresa the day off knowing I'd be home early today and didn't want to wait to be inside Mariana. I make a short trip to my study to lock away my briefcase and then I head straight to Mariana's room. I'm beyond fucking frustrated at how much I want her, how she's managed to spin my head so loose from my body that it's no wonder I'm not fucking thinking straight. I swore to keep her prisoner and yet I'm the one captivated. It makes me want to ruin the fuck out of her for ruining me first.

I open her door, finding it unlocked as expected. She's on her bed using her laptop and looks up at the sound of the door closing behind me. For a moment we hold each other's stare before she looks down at her laptop again, uncaring. I fucking swear she gets off on acting like a brat and goading me.

"Funny," I taunt and stalk towards her.

She types away and keeps her eyes on the screen. "What is?"

"You acting like you didn't get wet the second you heard me come home and knew you were going to get fucked."

Her fingers falter on her keyboard for a moment and I notice them slightly shake. But then she clears her throat and shrugs, going back to ignoring me. She deserves one fuck of a spanking right about now.

"You want to handle this bent over my knee?" I grab her chin and force her face up to look at me when I reach her. Her chest is already heaving, the fucking liar. "Is that what it will take to get that attitude out of you, Mariana?"

She pushes my hand away and looks at her screen again. "I'm busy."

"Doing what?"

She gestures to her laptop. "I've decided to study psychiatric mental health for nursing. I'm trying to pick between two universities."

My nostrils flare. Why the fuck does she have to be so annoying? She knows exactly what I'm here for.

"Are we fucking or not?" I ask bluntly.

"Will you leave if I say no?"

"I'm obviously going to stick around to fucking braid your hair."

Her laughter surprises me. I wasn't trying to be funny nor do I have any remote interest in making her laugh. But she does, an amused little sound that she quickly covers with her hand as she obviously fights a smile. I clench my hands into fists. I fucking wish I didn't enjoy that as much as I did.

"Leave it," I say more to myself than her. I don't like what's happening right now. This is supposed to be pure animalistic lust. I don't want the fucking pillow talk.

She wraps a hand around my wrist when I try to walk away and I tense up immediately at her touch. "Wait."

I look over my shoulder at her, first at her hand on me and then her eyes. I'm glaring with silent instructions for her to get the fuck off but either she is comically dense or she doesn't care to listen. My money is on the latter because when the fuck does she ever listen to me?

"Help me choose a university and then we can fuck," she continues when I don't say anything.

"No," I rebuke without hesitation. "Knowing what the inside of your cunt feels like doesn't make us friends, or even loose acquaintances."

She doesn't even flinch. It frustrates me how immune she seems to be towards my effort of being a dick. I fucking hate that she can handle her own and how that reluctantly impresses me.

"Don't be dramatic." She rolls her eyes. "You're an outside party helping me decide something I can't decide myself. That doesn't make you special, Knox."

I have to pull in a breath to maintain my patience. "You're a fucking nightmare."

"And you'll fuck me anyway. What's it going to be?"

Damn her. I can't believe I once believed she was a meek and spineless thing, like the younger Ferrera. It's just my luck I got the bratty smart mouth of the two instead.

"Move over," I demand, refusing to entertain the thought of why the fuck I'm even listening to her right now.

Her mouth twitches but she obeys, scooting over to make room for me. I sit at the edge of her bed and gesture for her laptop with my hand. She gives it to me and I go through her opened tabs. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I'm inside her again, and the sooner I'm out. Her pussy is an unfortunate addiction I'm not proud of—like heroine.

"Columbia or NYU," I read her choices aloud. I consider it seriously for a moment, deciding which of these would be most beneficial for her future. "NYU. Obvious."

"Really?" She sounds closer and I try not to stiffen when I realize she's right behind me, peering over my shoulder at the laptop. Her breaths lightly wash over my neck and I'm hit with the urge to suck them right out of her. "Why do you say that?"

"Columbia will only give you an undergrad which you already have. An undergrad doesn't do shit for your education. NYU is a Masters program and look, the curriculum says that you'd be certified in New York and any other state in USA. You want to branch out as far as you can or what's the point of trying to level up?"

"Hmm. Columbia has a really good reputation, though."

"Reputations are tasteless. They set a certain standard but standards are constantly beaten. Reputations promise nothing."

"That's ironic," she murmurs. "Aren't you a hard-ass about your reputation?"

Smart ass. "Only to a certain extent of people."

"What kind of people?"

"Those who think they can beat me and will die trying."

"Wow. Tough guy," she nods mockingly and I toss her a bland look. She presses her lips together, holding back more laughter. "Fine. NYU it is. Let me send in an application."

"No deal." I shut her laptop to the sound of her protests and set it aside. In one swift movement I grab her wrists and pin her down on the bed beneath me, leaning over her. She looks up at me with wide, surprised eyes. "I helped you pick a university. Now let me fuck you."

She bites her lip and I try not to stare. Try being the key fucking word. "Fine."

"Fine?" The goddamn attitude in this one. I hold down her wrists with one hand and grab her neck with the other, squeezing lightly. "I don't think so, sweetheart. You better sound like you mean it. Beg me to fuck you."

A hint of excitement lights up her eyes. For whatever reason, the bigger the asshole I am in bed the harder she gets off. Outside the bedroom though? She'd just run her mouth back.

"Fuck me, Knox," she whispers, holding my gaze.

My fingers tighten around her throat. "Not good enough."

She gasps for air underneath my palm, eyes hooding. "Please fuck me. Please make me come."

"Why?"

"Because I want it from you."

Music to my fucking ears.

I stand to my full height and start shedding my clothes. Mariana gets on her elbows and watches me unabashedly, lust evident in her eyes when my naked torso comes into view. I go for the belt on my slacks next and tip my chin at her.

"I've never seen you naked," I point out, just realizing it. "Show me everything. Get those fucking clothes off."

She sucks in a small breath and her cheeks become the slightest shade of pink. She's not insecure in bed nor is she a stammering virgin, which is what I actually prefer unlike the other dick-for-brains Made Men I know, but she still feels reservations. A certain degree of shyness. I'll see to it that's completely gone once I'm done with her.

I watch her, my cock painfully hard, as she strips. She crosses her arms and pulls off her tank top in one smooth motion. She had no bra underneath so immediately her tits come into view and I grow harder. They suit her body, not too big but enough to fill my palms which is all I really require. They're on the smaller side but they might be the perkiest set of tits I've ever seen and I have to take my dick in my hands to get the pulsing under control.

"Keep going," I order.

She refocuses her attention on her long pajamas and pulls them down her legs. No panties either.

"The girls need to breathe sometimes," she defends with a hot face at whatever look I give her.

"I don't recall complaining."

I drop my eyes and let them roam over her freely. Fuck her. Fuck her for being so perfect, every last inch I can see. The dip of her waist is narrow, the curve of her hips more prominent. Her legs go on for fucking miles and I know for a fact her ass is flawless because I had the pleasure of watching it the entire time I fucked her from behind yesterday. I need more of that.

"Good to know you're capable of following orders." I take a seat on her bed before leaning back on the pillows, lazily spreading my legs and sprawling out. "Now get your ass here and sit on my dick."

Her eyes are trained on my cock that hangs heavily between my legs. Without breaking her stare, she crawls over to me and pre-cum fucking leaks out of me at the image.

I stop her before she can throw a leg over and straddle me. "Face away."

If she didn't notice the recurring theme before, she notices now. She tilts her head slightly and watches me with a calculating gaze for a few moments. I keep my own face blank, uncaring if she puts two and two together.

"You don't want to look at me," she guesses bluntly. I don't deny it. I can see the pieces clicking together for her. "First the blindfold. Then taking me from behind. And you won't let me kiss you."

She noticed that too. Not that I care to hide it in the first place but I'm still mildly impressed that she caught on more or less right away. I simply raise a brow back.

"At least tell me why." She looks more curious than offended. In fact, she doesn't look offended at all.

"That's not how I fuck. I told you in the beginning you'll feel used and nothing more. No intimacy, nothing that resembles a connection or something deeper. No kissing or eye contact. Just a dirty fuck."

"Wow," she murmurs, searching my face. "You're really broken."

"Do you still want to fuck or are you done knowing it'll always be this way?" I veer past her inaccurate observation. For me to be broken means I had to be whole at some point. "If this isn't what you want then we stop here."

I can tell she's thinking about it. Of course I want her to say she'll fuck me anyway but I won't count on it. I laid out the cards and it's her decision if she wants to deal. In no way will I be responsible for forcing or persuading her.

"No intimacy," she murmurs to herself. "You better make me feel like I'm not missing out on anything."

I can't lie—her answer surprises me. I was expecting her to end it here. She says I'm broken but what does it make of her if she is willing to accept so little from me? Who would do that to themselves?

Still, I need to hear it again. "Be clear, Mariana. You have to say yes."

She nods slowly, never breaking our stare. "Yes."

Fuck. I almost wish she said no because then I wouldn't be feeling this sense of relief. What the fuck?

But my dick takes the reign and I don't care. I don't care that I'm being reckless, that I'm blurring lines, that I've never been so fucking unfocused in my life. With Mariana in front of me, her naked body as tempting as the need in her eyes and waiting to be fucking ruined, I'm too selfish to stop. I'm not a good enough man to walk away.

"Turn around." My voice is hoarse, deep. Mariana swallows hard and gives me her back then throws a leg over me to straddle me. I grab her by the hips and stop her before she can go any lower. "Ride my fingers first. Show me you know what the fuck you're doing."

I slide a hand under her pussy and groan when I find it soaking wet. My fingers slide back and forth over the swollen skin and Mariana's thighs tremble, a breathy moan tearing out of her. I'm fucking addicted to her moans. They sound like surrender.

"Oh God," she gasps when I push two fingers inside of her without warning. Her pussy squeezes me and pulses when I curl my fingers toward my palm. "Oh!"

"I swear to God, Mariana, you better not make me fucking repeat myself. What are you supposed to be doing right now?"

She leans her body forward and grabs the bedsheets between my legs. I straighten my fingers inside of her just as she arches her ass out and starts moving back and forth in slow and controlled motions. She fucks my fingers like it's her goddamn job and my dick hardens from the anticipation of being fucked like that too.

"Add a roll to your hips," I instruct. "Push them forward when you lift up then back when you come down."

She nods, her hair bouncing against her back from the movement. I can't resist taking it in my hand and making a tight fist around the straight brown strands. I give them a swift yank and tug her closer to me so I can drag my lips down the back of her neck. She shudders against me, for me.

"Enough practice." I take my fingers out of her and blindly lift them up to her mouth, pushing them through her lips when I find them. Mariana whimpers softly and obediently sucks herself off me without instruction. "Get this cunt on me."

"Condom in the drawer beside you," she mumbles around my fingers.

I have to take them out of her so I can reach for her side table and grab a foil pack. As I roll it on I can't help but ask, "Since when do you have condoms on hand?"

She looks over her shoulder at me. As much as I don't want to look at her right now I can't deny she looks fuck hot with those hooded eyes that are drowsy with desire.

"I got them from your study."

Is she fucking kidding me? My eyes narrow. "You went in my study again?"

"Just for the condoms." Her teeth play with the corner of her lip. "And before you get mad we wouldn't be fucking right now if I didn't. You should be glad I had the foresight to come prepared."

"I'm touched," I deadpan and she bites the inside of her cheek. "Make no mistake you're about to get punished for it anyway."

She lifts one shoulder uncaringly. "If you think you can."

My fingers tightening on her is the only warning she has before I pull her down on me. Her pussy squeezes my dick like a vice and she cries out breathlessly in surprise. Fuck this. A part of me was hoping yesterday only felt so good because I needed to get this goddamn attraction between us out of our system but fuck. Right now feels even better, despite already having had her and knowing what it's like.

"You know," I start, my hands gliding toward the front of her body and capturing her nipples between my fingers. I pinch them so hard that she yelps and her entire body jolts. "I'm starting to think you purposely act like a brat. Do you enjoy being punished, Mariana?"

Her nipples are hard as fuck and stiffen even more at my words. I roll them tantalizingly and Mariana's hands make fists in the sheets. She's breathing hard but I don't get an answer so I pinch and twist this time. I don't care to be gentle and Mariana cries out again. It's difficult to distinguish if it was one of pleasure or pain or both. Regardless, a sheen of sweat forms on her bare back that's rising and falling from her tortured panting.

"Admit it, slut," I whisper against the back of her ear and she lolls her head to the side for more. "You enjoy being used. You enjoy when it's painful. You like being my good little fuck toy."

"Yes," she whispers back. Her hips rock back and forth on my thighs and my cock twitches inside of her. I can't believe how close I feel to orgasm already. "I admit it."

"I thought so. Start riding me. Be a dirty fucking girl for me."

I lean back against the pillows again and enjoy letting Mariana take reign. My eyes are pinned to the way my dick disappears in and out of her, visibly coated and slick with her arousal in just a few strokes. The sight of it coupled with the slow and controlled way she rides me like I showed her is enough to make my abdomen clench in warning, my balls tightening with the familiar sensation of an orgasm. I watch raptly and groan at the way her pussy stretches out by the width of my cock. She feels so fucking tight and warm around me.

"Fuck," I rasp under my breath when she purposely squeezes her walls around the head. She comes back down, slow and torturous. "You better be as close as I am."

She nods fervently, her harsh pants becoming louder. She rides me faster until she's all but bouncing in my lap and the unmistakable sound of our hips slapping together drives me fucking insane. It's hot as fuck, torture when Mariana's moans join the mix and get louder with each thrust.

It becomes impossible to simply sit back and let her do the work. I grab the curves of her waist and buck my hips up into her, taking control of the fucking. Her pussy is squeezing me so hard it's a goddamn miracle my dick stays intact.

"Shit!" She throws her head back, the ends of her hair brushing my abs and sending my sensations into overdrive. "Oh God, I'm going to fucking come."

"So come," I growl, seconds away myself. My hands go back to her nipples to send her over the edge. They're hot to the touch this time and I know they're more sensitive than before we started fucking. When I pinch and twist Mariana's groan partly sounds like a sob and she follows it up with a gasp when I squeeze her tits hard. "That's it. Soak my dick with this cunt. Go ahead and come. Come."

Her answering moan pierces between us at the same time her body erupts. She falls back against me, limbs shaking and quivering and I thrust one final time before my own body stiffens and jerks. Even as I'm coming my cock refuses to go soft so I take Mariana with me, my hands yanking her thighs apart so I can slip my fingers over her clit. I rub the swollen flesh in harsh circles and Mariana's hips lift, greedily seeking more. She gasps for air when she comes a second time.

I finish first, leaning back on my elbows and using the time to catch my breath while Mariana rides out the last of her orgasm. It's a few moments before her body goes limp and she lifts herself off me, falling back on the bed next to me. She stares up at the ceiling, face flushed and eyes hooded and out of breath. I stare at her.

"What?" She murmurs after a short while. I don't answer. I don't know how to answer because I don't fucking know what. Mariana groans and her hands go to her tits gingerly. That's when I notice her reddened nipples. "God, these ache."

I'm an asshole most of the time but even I know when to pay my dues. I sit up and lean over her, taking her hands away and pinning them to her sides.

"What—" she starts but it transforms into a relieved moan when I wrap my mouth around one nipple, licking and soothing it with my tongue. I take my time, blowing on it between licks, before moving to the next one. Mariana sighs contently. "That feels so much better."

I give her other nipple the same treatment, licking and blowing longer than she really needs. This time I'm unable to refuse the desire to suck once before abruptly letting go. Mariana pushes her chest up in a silent plea for more but I press a hand to her stomach and push her back down, meeting her eyes.

"Don't disobey my orders and this," I gesture to her tits. "Won't happen again."

Her mouth quirks on one side. "That doesn't sound like fun."

Crazy fucking girl. I don't bother with an answer and tie up the condom instead, making the short trip to her bathroom to dispose of it. I wash my hands and my eyes go up to the mirror when I hear the bathroom door open again. I watch Mariana in the reflection when she comes inside, my eyes scrolling down her body that moves in all the right places when she walks. How the fuck is it that I just had her and want her again?

"Hurry up." She hugs herself, covering herself up. "I need to pee."

A bizarre urge to smile hits me but I fight it, turning away from her and wiping my hands.

"Mariana," I say without taking my eyes off the task in front of me.

"Hmm?"

"I saw the look in your eyes when I took care of your pain. Our fucking doesn't make this anymore real than when we started this. Be careful or call it off if you can't control your emotions."

Silence. The terse kind when Mariana is pissed. Her being pissed is better than that tender look she gave me when we finished fucking. That's a fuck show I don't need or want. If she grows any attachments it will ruin everything I've worked for. We both need to remember who the enemy is here—each other.

"You don't have to worry about me," comes her snipped response.

I step out of the bathroom and offer one final reminder before walking away. "I never will."

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A/N

WHEN YOU...YOU...YOU...WHEN YOU...WHEN—

Okay let's ignore the fact that at 24 my entire personality is viral tiktok audios ANYWAY.

No, cause this shit had me running LAPS. I love the push and pull of it all. The soft moment. Follow up with a non-intimate but dirty fuck. Another soft moment. Instant regret. The push and pull. This is the kind of shit I want when I read REAL enemies to lovers so I had to write it this way.

Also, the push and pull happens to make the character development that much sweeter. And character development is 100% my forté so gimme your trust.

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